Inside the Ghost Volcano

With the body of a morbid hanging doll

my aura burns

by shifts

by ambles

by mirages

by the sun in its primordial morass

summoned from a spectral locust feast

through electric bartering grammes

living

as if a spectrum had been transmogrified

across the sum of exploded solar windows

amidst motions of viral infamy

of sudden discharge pontoons

of magical lyncean sails above ships of pure vitrescence

enthralled

by empty Minoan game dogs

debating oxygen as form

debating menace as ideal

as one listens to fire

in dense eruptional gullet

in hanging hydrogen mirrors

so that each image is shifted

back & forth

between gales & the apparition of gales

so that

unicorns from Çatal Hüyük

cease to condense as forms of the earth

but take on the body of enigma as transparence

as blackened meteor in abstraction

the sun no longer quantified

by strange calendrical posses

but becomes

balletic differential

which ceases to quarrel

with the magic of fragment as schism

as mist

as a power cast before oasis

because the game dogs

the unicorn mirrors

spun as a wakeless ocular thirst

as a conjured distance

evolved from the force of a clarified activity

like darkened water as shock

as scale which looms as humidity

then the eyes always focused

as pleas for hushed exhibits

Source: Above the Human Nerve Domain (Pavement Saw, 1998)